[There's no reaction from Asher, barely even a noise of pain. Jin looks up from his work, finally done cleaning the last of the cuts on this hand.]
Asher? [...Wait. Is he going to--] Asher? Hey... [The alcohol pad slips from his fingers as his hand moves to Asher's arm. He leans in and squeezes his friend's shoulder, gently shaking it to get his attention.
This definitely isn't the alcohol stinging his injuries.]
Come on. What's wrong?
[A innocent question, even if Jin has no idea of the scope of what's wrong.]
no subject
Asher? [...Wait. Is he going to--] Asher? Hey... [The alcohol pad slips from his fingers as his hand moves to Asher's arm. He leans in and squeezes his friend's shoulder, gently shaking it to get his attention.
This definitely isn't the alcohol stinging his injuries.]
Come on. What's wrong?
[A innocent question, even if Jin has no idea of the scope of what's wrong.]